Monday, December 22, 2014

Have you ever noticed?


Have you ever noticed something weird, something supernatural, something unexplained?
Have you ever noticed........
You are sitting in your room, doing your work .You think you saw your mother get up from the other room & quickly go towards the living room. You go to check the living room only to realize no one is there. Then you go to the other room .Your mother is sitting there on the laptop. You get to know she hasn’t moved from there, so who had you seen going to the living room?

You are talking to your friend over the phone. But somehow she doesn’t sound like your friend even though her voice is like your friend.

You are alone at home reading a book .You get a queer feeling someone is watching you. But then, you are alone at home.

You are on your bed with the lights off. Everyone at home is asleep except you. You watch the ghastly shadows cast by the moonlight in your room .Are those really shadows?
Is your mind playing tricks on you or something else?

The Beauty of the beach




I wandered into the lonely beach,
Admiring the sand so peach,
The blue waves, the blue sky,
The yellow sun the birds that fly,
The sea sparkling sapphire, glimmering silver,
I sunk my feet into the sand so warm, it felt so calm
The sun hid behind its golden veil,
The birds returned home to their babies so frail,
My heat content I walked away,
But I will never forget the beach,

For in my heart it will always stay………

Friday, April 19, 2013

AGE-DEFYING HEROISM






Natural disasters occur every now and then. For some these disasters cause just destruction and death. For others become an opportunity to show heroism. One such story is of 12 year old Reshma and her brother Ritesh who lived in Gujrat.

7:45 AM - @6th January 2001
Reshma  was going to the super-market with her family.  Just as they were about to step outdoors, she suddenly felt as if the earth beneath her feet was shaking.
 She felt dizzy. “Mom, Dad, I just felt as if the earth is shaking.” Said Reshma. She said “This had happened yesterday too! My Ma’am told me that prior to a big earthquake there are quakes of the smaller version.” Do you think that may be….?!”
Her mother stopped her from completing the sentence. She smiled in a reassuring way and said “ Dear, I think you should rest. You don’t eat well, maybe you are feeling weak.”
 So Reshma went back  into the house, climbed into her bed and pulled a quilt over herself. While she rested her family left for the super-market as there were some important items to be purchased from the market. Her mother felt that Reshma would feel better if she got some undisturbed sleep in their absence.
After fidgeting in her bed for 15 minutes Reshma fell into a deep slumber at around 8 AM. She had completely covered herself from head to toe under that thick quilt- something her mother had asked her not to do many times earlier. After about 45 minutes she felt as if someone was shaking her. She thought it must be her mother. She woke up with a smile on her lips ready for mothers loving warm hug. She was surprised to see herself surrounded by ruins all around. She got up with a fright.
 Her house was just a rubble of bricks and cement. There was no wall left intact. She could see everything of the outside world. She saw people running around screaming, dead bodies, ruins, building and street lights falling.
 Reshma just wished one thing “God! Let this be a dream.” She pinched herself on the arm. It pained very much. This was definitely not a dream. She realized that the thick quilt she had covered herself with while sleeping had protected her by acting as a shield. She remembered that her family was in the super-market. Her family -her whole world was in deep danger! She stood up, threw the quilt over herself and went to the super-market.
On her way she saw that the roads had large, deep cracks and bricks were falling from the building. Seeing this, Reshma kept a tighter grip on her quilt. When she reached the super-market it was no longer a super-market. It was just a pile of ruins. Reshma burst into tears.
 “Reshma, Reshma” Just then she heard a terrified voice calling. She turned around. It was Ritesh!  Only that Ritesh was covered in dust and dirt all over. She saw her running towards her, tripping, crawling and jumping over the ruins. Reshma gave her brother a tight hug and then asked him anxiously, “Where are Mom and Dad?” Ritesh looked worried and frightened, “I don’t know. I have been looking for them for so long.” he answered.
They searched for hours in the rubble. Just as they were about to give up all hopes, they heard someone cry. They followed the cry. The closer they got the cry sounded more and more familiar.
Then they said together, “ Mum, Dad are you there?” Reshma heard her Dad’s voice, “ Reshma, Ritesh are you Ok. Mum and I are stuck here.”

“Where?”Called out Ritesh.  “Dear look down”, called out his Mum. They looked down. They saw that the ground floor of the super-market had gone meters beneath from where it should have been. Ruins seemed to have grown above it.
The entire ground floor seemed to have sunken down as a unit and then cocooned with the rubbles. The bulbs were fused and shelves had fallen down. Reshma peeped more through the small hole from which they heard the voice come. Reshma could see dead bodies spread out. Some were unconscious and injured severely. However with the grace of God she could see that her parents were safe, though they were very scared and badly bruised. 
She called back to her parents from the gap between the ruins. “Hold on I will go and get some rescuers I saw on my way here.” Her parents nodded, and then she turned to Ritesh and said, “I want you to stay here and give hope to Mom and Dad.”
She paused for a moment and saw the building and ruins still crumbling and falling at a distance.  She threw the quilt she had with her over Ritesh and said, “This will protect you.”

Without wasting a moment she ran to get the rescuers. It was hard for her to walk over the ruins but she never thought of her pain. She finally spotted a rescuer. She ran to him and almost screamed at him saying, “ Please Help Me! My parents and many others are trapped under the ruins of the super-market. My younger brother is waiting for me.”
 The rescuers was a kind person, he calmed her down and told her, “ Go and take care of your brother. I will get some other rescuers and come as soon as possible.” He gave Reshma a helmet. She wore it and ran to her brother.
They had to wait only for a few minutes as the rescuers arrived soon. They even had a crane with them. The crane suddenly stopped working.
 One of the rescuers looked under the crane to check what happened.  He informed the others, “ A big rock has got stuck in there. None of us can reach it.The gap is too narrow.” Resma offered to help, but even she was too big for that gap.
Seeing all this 7 year old Ritesh couldn’t keep quiet anymore. “I’ll do it.” He said with confidence. All the rescuers looked at him with surprise and asked, “ Are you sure?”  Ritesh nodded. Reshma hugged her and patted him in the back saying, “Be careful!”
Ritesh called under the crane. The rock was too heavy for a 7 year old to push. Yet Ritesh had not given up. He managed to push it a short distance. Now a small portion of the rock. The rescuers then helped to pull it out. Everyone was full of praises for Ritesh.
The crane was all set to work. It pulled out the heavy rocks and rubble one by one. The small gap through which Reshma and Ritesh’s voice had come out was now big enough for a grown man to go in. The rescuers then climed down and took out Reshma’s Parents and the other. Reshma , Ritesh and their parents were united. They hugged each other as if there will be no tomorrow.
It was Reshma’s father who spoke first, “We need to get out of this place. We need to get out of Gujrat! Everyone to the airport.” Reshma pleaded, “ But Dad we have to help the others”  Seeing his little brave girl speak like this, her father smiled and nodded.
The whole family stayed in the rescue camps for 3 days to volunteer for 3 days. As Reshma and Ritesh’s house was completely ruined, they caught the flight and went to stay in their other house in Mumbai.

Monday, March 11, 2013

MY CREATIONS




I HAVE NOW GRADUATED TO GRADE 7 ...BUT MY ASPIRATION REMAIN THE SAME...TO MAKE A NAME IN WORLD OF ART AND CREATIVITY

MY DEPICTION OF GOOD AND EVIL BASED ON BORIS AKUNI'S STORY DEATH OF ARCHILLIES




SOME OF MY DRESS DESIGNS



Sunday, March 10, 2013

A farewell poem for my Class Teacher

COFFEE PAINTING
Dear Ma'am

Ma'am you are our second mother
Calling you that won't bother 
You are like a candle that light's our way
You shoo darkness away

You taught us Math
and we'll always love that
We wished this day won't come
The day we say good bye
But, in our hearts you'll always be
and that will always bring us glee

by: DIVYASA MISHRA

Sunday, February 24, 2013

The Way I Feel


MY PAINTING OF A GIRL

MY PAINTING OF THE PLACE I LOVE


The Way I feel about things -----(by- DIVYASA MISHRA)
I am a 6th grader, on my way to become a teenager…yes!! I am excited that I will no longer be told- you are a kid you can’t do this. I am unsure however about how much my status will change. Now mom, dad, our teachers and most of the adult folk you can say, have an absolutely confused idea about weather I am big or small. Actually they change their views to suit their convenience. If for example I want to listen to all the interesting things mom and dad talk about (I’m more curious because they whisper) as they giggle and laugh I would be told if spotted near by- “Please go and play with your brother you are too young to listen to all this.” When I and my younger brother fight over something, I’m told to be more understanding because I am the elder one. No don’t get me wrong. I’m not a complain box, having complains against my parents (that is reserved for studies and school). I have loads of fun time with them but I do have a problem when they are indecisive about what I should be treated like a kid or an adult. I guess my status regarding this will be unclear for a long time.

I wonder why we have to study so much and take so much of pressure for some particular abstract figures (marks) which seem to have more importance than children enjoying their childhood. I feel animals are smarter. They don’t send their kids to school. Whatever there is to learn is learnt in the bed of nature or from parents. They live their life carefree untroubled by self-created tension and stress. What’s the use of life if all you do is study as a kid, work as an adult and then finally die as an old person because of old age. There is no leisure in life. (as I read in my English poem.) 

I feel like a slave at school having to obey the biding of teachers. Even when you are misunderstood and scolded it’s supposed to be wise to listen to the teachers scolding rather than defend yourself. What’s the use you will be tagged as being arguementive.  For example in Grade 2 I once wore a ear muff since it was one of those chilly winter days. I did not want to wear a cap and make my hair untidy and messy when I take it off. The muff had bunny rabbit ears. All my friends thought it was very cute. However my class teacher thought otherwise. She scolded me for trying to wear fashionable things to school. I thought it was unfair but I dared not to argue as it may land me in trouble. What a gross misunderstanding!! 

Then one day I asked my geography teacher about something that has been troubling me about Asia being the largest continent. When I looked at the map I found Russia –a country almost as large as Asia itself. Russia is supposed to be a country in Europe. If that is the case then Europe and not Asia should be the largest continent. When I asked this question to my teacher she looked puzzled for some time and then said “The exam is so close and there you go about wasting time asking stupid questions.” I would perhaps have doubted if all the knowledge provided in books is true for my entire life. Thankfully my doubts got cleared by my parents. It had to do with political factors rather than geographical. Oh! How we humans complicate our life.

I live in Dubai a place I love. Just like one can have opinions about the people they love I have different views about Dubai too. I feel that Burj Khalifa is beautiful tall and shapely building. It is like a lonely beautiful tall lady who will always be alone because she can find no one of her height.
I feel Burj Al Arab is an obese building. Wasn’t it a funny imagination?

I live in a place without much grass and animals and we have to pay to go to parks. I  always fiddling  around with electronic gadgets . My mum tells me to find something else to play with other than electric gadgets. What else can a poor girl with no friends nearby and cement forests all around do?

Friday, December 2, 2011

Adventure On My Way To School- Lessons Learnt

Adventure on my way to school






It had only been three weeks since my school had shifted to Al Warka.
My father was not sure about the way to my school. One day, my father
was taking me, my mother and my brother to my school to buy the
winter-uniform. We could see our school but we could not find the
road that could lead us to our school . My father thought that it will take a long time if we took the proper road, so he thought we should  take a short cut. This way there will be a little adventure to our journey as well. So, my father drove our car into a small side lane. We sang songs as the car moved into right lanes and left lanes. Slowly it became clear that we had lost our way. Papa thought it was best to turn back rather then push any further.As he tried to turn his car back in the narrow lane he drove the car over
the  sand. The wheel  of the car got stuck in the sand! After some time,
my parents saw a  man passing by . They called him . He came to
help us. All the 3 adults tried to push the car . But, the car did not
move an inch ! The man called  some workers for help .All the adults
pushed and pulled the car. Finally, it moved out of the sand!!
Me and my brother squealed with joy. We thanked everyone with our
hearts full . We were very grateful that we got help from God in the form of those kind men.

I learnt a big lesson from this adventure. In life we should try out new adventures for excitement. We should however be careful never to take any short cuts or a wrong turn. A wrong move will cost us dearly. However if we believe in God and pray to him he will be there to help us.








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